Love You Jerk

Chapter 14- sneaking some teaching

I glanced at he clock and it was only seven.

"I guess I'm making dinner then." I shouted towards the direction of my dad.

"Yes you are!" he shouted back.

"I'll help." Dean offered.

"It's okay-"

"You're letting me live here, at least let me help with the cooking." he made a good argument.

"Fine."

By the end, Dean and I had whipped up spaghetti bolognese.

"Smells good in here." My dad entered the kitchen. "Very impressive, we should've let Dean stay with us earlier, we could actually have real good meals."

"Are you saying I can't cook?" I asked.

"Yes I am saying that." He chuckled, he got he forks out and Dean put the spaghetti on plates.

Then I got to grate some Parmesan cheese on top.

Dean held two plates while I held one and we walked to the dining room.

"Bon appetite." Dean smiled.

"Wow this is amazing." my dad complimented.

I nodded wholeheartedly in agreement.

"Thanks." Dean looked a little taken back.

After finishing dinner my dad went up to bed and told me that I must be upstairs by ten o'clock or else he is going to come down stairs and drag me up himself.

At the moment it was eight so there were still two hours left that I could stay with Dean.

"You're dad is actually amazing." He said once I crawled in bed next to him.

"I know." I smirked.

"I know I've said this plenty of times but thank you for letting me stay here. It really means a lot."

"I just don't know how we're going to go to school tomorrow." I chuckled.

"I know the way from here, we can just get up early."

"But that requires effort." I groaned.

"And breathing doesn't?" He laughed.

Then I realised that I haven't even taken a shower.

"I'm going to take a shower." I said and got up.

Dean pouted and looked up at me with his fricken beautiful eyes.

"You're not going to win." I crossed my arms. "Besides, I'll come back down once I'm done but you'll have to go take a shower."

"I really do need one." He agreed.

I ran up stairs and took the quickest shower of my life.

Five minutes.

My record.

"That was quick." Dean said surprised.

"I know, I'm fabulous." I flipped my hair dramatically.

He took some clothes out of his plastic bags and went up stairs.

Not long after, he came back down with no shirt on.

Don't stare.

Don't stare.

I looked at the tv and tried not to look at him.

"Dude put a shirt on." I said when he stood in front of me, blocking the tv.